Instead of our small group (faith-based) study, we all agreed to go to the championship game of our local baseball team, The Springfield Sliders. Nomenclature sensitivity is exampled at its finest in that choice and the competition's - The Danville Dans. Yes, there were two Dan's on the team. So be it.
We won, by a landslide - thus justifying the name, even though the mascot is a red slider turtle, not exactly what comes to mind when conjuring up a foreboding competitor. But it is the early stages of league play so let's give it to 'em.
The point is, this was great fun! It was spontaneous, corny, healthy, nostalgic, friendly, safe, reasonably priced - all of what we need to keep life in the proper perspective; I know I haven't listed all the qualities. When we left we felt good about having been there. That's nice. It was restorative.
Sometimes the best we can do for ourselves and others is the simple activity. The team has a tradition of doing really goofy fan competitions. Every kid wanted to participate and every winner (all of them) glowed with the thrill of victory.
It wasn't about WII, GameBoy or any other techno-wizardry. It was about what is REAL.
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Some say baseball is no longer the national pastime, giving way to football and perhaps even NASCAR.
Still there is something magical about baseball. And when you listen to Vin Scully of the LA Dodgers, you get the feeling that you are at the ballpark enjoying every moment. (except for no Dodger dogs).
Lately, my nights have been spent relaxing on the swing, listening to Dodger baseball and reading all about Merle.
But there is something special about baseball, it takes you to another place, another time. Leave the woes of the day behind and just get lost in the game.
It's no wonder your group had such a great evening. Hey, it's baseball in America.
Healthy, Huh? Due to your husband's undue influence I ate (most of) a ballpark cheeseburger and an entire bag of Cracker Jack. My poor tummy! (Ok, that was a bit thin, but it can't be my own fault, can it? heheh)
Seriously, we had a great time. (and it wasn't M's computer that went Tango Uniform, but her back up disk drive - and a little CPR brought it back. So the evening was a smashing success!)
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